Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Gong,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.